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Updated: May 15, 2025
Oh! oh! oh! oh!" And poor Pinocchio began to cry and to roar so loudly that he was heard five miles off. Geppetto, who from all this jumbled account had only understood one thing, which was that the puppet was dying of hunger, drew from his pocket three pears and, giving them to him, said: "These three pears were intended for my breakfast, but I will give them to you willingly.
If that poor puppet is left in his hands he is quite capable of tearing him in pieces!" It ended in so much being said and done that the soldier at last set Pinocchio at liberty and led Geppetto to prison. The poor man, not being ready with words to defend himself, cried like a calf and as he was being led away to prison sobbed out: "Wretched boy!
"Ah! is that the courteous way in which you make your presents, Master Antonio? You have almost lamed me!" "I swear to you that it was not I!" "Then you would have it that it was I?" "The wood is entirely to blame!" "I know that it was the wood; but it was you that hit my legs with it!" "I did not hit you with it!" "Liar!" "Geppetto, don't insult me or I will call you Pudding!" "Knave!"
Pinocchio offered his arm to Geppetto, who was so weak he could hardly stand, and said to him: "Lean on my arm, dear Father, and let us go. We will walk very, very slowly, and if we feel tired we can rest by the wayside." "And where are we going?" asked Geppetto. "To look for a house or a hut, where they will be kind enough to give us a bite of bread and a bit of straw to sleep on."
And Pinocchio, although he was a very merry boy, became sad also, because poverty, when it is real poverty, is understood by everybody even by boys. "Well, patience!" exclaimed Geppetto, all at once rising to his feet, and putting on his old corduroy coat, all patched and darned, he ran out of the house.
Pinocchio's legs were stiff and he could not move, but Geppetto led him by the hand and showed him how to put one foot before the other. When his legs became limber Pinocchio began to walk by himself and to run about the room, until, having gone out of the house door, he jumped into the street and escaped.
"Why should that matter? You can climb on my shoulders and I, who am a fine swimmer, will carry you safely to the shore." "Dreams, my boy!" answered Geppetto, shaking his head and smiling sadly. "Do you think it possible for a Marionette, a yard high, to have the strength to carry me on his shoulders and swim?" "Try it and see!
In less than an hour the feet were finished, two slender, nimble little feet, strong and quick, modeled as if by an artist's hands. "Close your eyes and sleep!" Geppetto then said to the Marionette. Pinocchio closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, while Geppetto stuck on the two feet with a bit of glue melted in an eggshell, doing his work so well that the joint could hardly be seen.
In falling, he made as much noise as a sack of wood falling from the fifth story of a house. "Open the door for me!" Geppetto shouted from the street. "Father, dear Father, I can't," answered the Marionette in despair, crying and rolling on the floor. "Why can't you?" "Because someone has eaten my feet." "And who has eaten them?"
"The cat," answered Pinocchio, seeing that little animal busily playing with some shavings in the corner of the room. "Open! I say," repeated Geppetto, "or I'll give you a sound whipping when I get in." "Father, believe me, I can't stand up. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I shall have to walk on my knees all my life."
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